So I had always loved my life , I had a great family , a good job, loads of friends and girls loved me . what more could a guy want right ?. How could my pretty great existence possibly get any better ?. Well for one I could stop lying to myself and everyone around me , that would be a start . You see there is one element in my life that could really use a little work , the part were I'm like totally gay. Yes that's right me Pierre Bouvier , the star of the high school swim team , the guy seen surrounded by adoring cheerleaders at keg parties . yeah that guy the one other guys want to be and girls want to fuck . Oh yeah and also I just happened to be falling for my best friend , I know right .
At graduation I made a decision , I decided I was going to come out , tell everyone that I was gay . I was going to start with my best friend Chuck , we had virtually been inseparable since the age of twelve I was closer to nobody else on earth . I sat looking at him across the room , he was laughing with a group of friends . I loved to see him laugh , the way his eyes twinkled made my stomach churn . I took a deep breath and stood , I was ready .
"Hey Chuck can I see you outside for a second ?"
"Sure , you okay Pierre ?"
"Yeah I'm good , I just need a word in private"We went out into the garden and walked a little way , it was cold but I could feel myself breaking out in a sweat and my heart was hammering in my chest . Chuck stopped walking and put his hand on my arm , I held my breath and turned to face him . My best friend looked at me expectantly , waiting to hear the words that were caught in my throat , the words that no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't say .
"Come on dude spit it out , what's wrong ?"
"I....I....I'm going home , I don't feel so good I think I've drunk too much"
"Pierre your kind of freaking me out are you okay ?"I looked at Chuck and did something I had never done before , I looked him in the eyes and lied to him .
"Yeah I'm cool I just want to go sleep it off , honestly I'm okay . I'll call you when I get home"
I walked home in a daze , I had wanted to confide in chuck but when it came down to it I just couldn't find the words . I was scared , I was really really scared. I reached my house and let myself in as quietly as possible trying not to wake my parents or my brothers . I went up to my bedroom and closed the door , I didn't go to bed and I didn't call Chuck . I packed a bag and left , left everyone and everything I knew , left my entire life . I was going to start again.
So here I am four years later sat in my modest apartment staring at a TV screen showing god knows what , countless one night stands under my belt , wondering what the fuck I was doing with my life . I look around my home feeling a deep emptiness , I see the clock on the far wall telling me I am going to be late for work . shit ! . Its only four blocks to the Hardware store were I have worked since I relocated and I run the whole way . I crash through the doors with seconds to spare earning me a very stern look from my supervisor , I dart through the store towards the staff room at the back , I still need to punch in and change . I can see the door I'm almost there when ... CRASH!... I collide head on with someone rounding the end of the aisle I'm hurtling down . I see stars and hear a yelp as I fall to the ground in a hail of nuts and bolts .
"What the fuck dude , where's the fire ?"
I sit up and see the poor guy I just hit and oh my god that guy is beautiful , like totally drop dead fucking gorgeous . He's wearing one of our uniforms but I have never seen him before , I would definitely remember if I had so I'm thinking night shift . Yes that's right Hardmans Hardware is a twenty four hour hardware Store because who doesn't want to do a bit of DIY at 3:30 am ?.
"Its customary to apologize when you crash into someone and send them flying you know "
I know I should be saying something I should be saying I'm sorry but instead I'm just sat there staring at the poor guy , staring at the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life. He's not as tall and well built as me and I'm guessing he's younger by maybe a couple of years . but I can not take my eyes off him . his hair is bleached with dark brown showing at the roots and styled into a lazy fauxhawk . He has gorgeous deep hazel eyes with beautiful long lashes and oh my word he has piercings , several silver hoops in his ears, one through the cutest nose I have ever seen and finally one through the centre of his bottom lip . Now that one was really giving me ideas .
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FanfictionPierre is lonely and stuck in a rut when an accident at work leads to a truly mind blowing experience.